Death Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

The kingdom of death is known to every one,
Notorious as Shylock to some,
A matter light like a feather,
To those possessing the heart of a lion.

Death is an entrance to immortality,
Yes indeed,
The key of which belongs to the Omniscient,
A coward abhors but is received by the brave smilingly.

It's like the air unseen,
Feeling of which does vary,
Depending on the circumstances,
Both outside and within.

The triumphant one cries in pleasure,
While departing to yet another world,
But he who is bad and covetous,
Weeps like a child for staying longer.

Death does twinkle like the dawn,
And strikes like an earthquake,
Something so hasty and inevitable,
May God let us smile while they mourn.